| Beneath this snowy mantle, cold and clean
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| The unborn grass lies waiting for its coat to turn to green
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| The snowbird sings a song he always sings
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| And speaks to me of flowers that will bloom again in spring
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| When I was young my heart was young then too
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| Anything that it would tell me, that’s the thing that I would do
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| But now I feel such emptiness within
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| For the thing that I want most in life is the thing I can’t win
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| Spread your tiny wings and fly away
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| And take the snow back with you, where it came from on that day
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| The one I love forever is untrue
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| And if I could, you know that I would, fly away with you
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| The breeze along the river seems to say
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| That she’ll only break my heart again should I decide to stay
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| So little snowbird take me with you when you go
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| To that land of gentle breezes where the peaceful waters flow |